Jesse's Girl by Shiloh Walker

Author:Shiloh Walker
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Shiloh Walker, Inc.
Published: 2017-11-23T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Five

“You don’t need to hang around here on your off day,” Roger said tiredly as he made his way down the hall way. “Zoe’s gone anyway—out to see that crazy bitch of a mother of hers.”

It had been five days since Jesse had moved in.

He had left the house only when Zoe did, and he had altered his hours at the store to match hers—she only worked eight hours a week right now, hours when Roger’s sister and her husband were able to come stay at the house, or when James could come by.

Fortunately, Jesse had a damn good assistant manager.

Saluting Roger with a half-eaten sandwich, Jesse shrugged and gave him a casual smile. “Hey, the food here is better.”

Roger didn’t respond.

He had a tight, tired look around his eyes, and there was a mean, ugly slant to his mouth.

That was why Jesse wasn’t leaving. He’d heard Roger snapping at Zoe more than a few times today and if he was slipping, he wasn’t going to not be here if Zoe came back home for something.

Easing himself down on a chair, Roger muttered, “Can’t even have peace and quiet in my own fucking house.”

Jesse ignored him.

That didn’t seem to do the trick because with each passing minute, Roger got more angry, more volatile. The feet of the wooden stool scraped off the floor, warning him and Jesse was up on his feet and moving just before Roger would have tried to grab him.

“There a problem, buddy?”

Roger curled his lip. “Yeah, buddy. You. I see how you look at her. Staring at my wife like she’s your little whore. She ain’t. She’s my whore.”

Jesse curled a hand into a fist. “That woman is the woman you love, Roger. You shouldn’t talk about her like that,” he said quietly.

Roger jabbed himself in the chest with his thumb. “My wife. Can do whatever I want. You don’t like it, then you shoulda never left.

Ain’t that the truth. “Why don’t you go lay down? I can get some of your pain medicine for you. Call over to hospice.”

“I don’t need medicine or hospice,” Roger bellowed. He swung out with his arm, sweeping the counter clear. Glass went flying. “I just want my fucking wife here where she belongs and I don’t want you sniffing around her.”

“I’m not, and I won’t.”

“Fucking liar, you fuc…” Roger sagged, swayed. He stumbled to the side and would have collapsed into the bar if Jesse hadn’t caught him.

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